d5jan25 – I write

I write, for me, not for all.
I write, for me. Present, Past and future.

I write, for me, memories, memoirs.
I write, for me, to preserve, remember,
I write, for me, to forget.

I don’t care if its ever read,
I never cared if its misread.
I don’t care if its followed,
I never cared if its understood.

I mostly write, that way.
I write, not when told.
I write, for me, but not today.
I write knowing you’d never read this,
But knowing you’d understand.

Under a blade, slit
For a longer time, to play and sit.
I know it hurt, even without a cut.
You snoozed, but I was shut.

A short sting, for a few more days
For the promise of a longer stay.
You will be back on four, with a wag.

You will be back,
In all your swag.

And so, I write. My Word.